Silver God Novels & Stories

I read the paragraph: "Forged from the fires of the cave of wolves, the metal used was given to the wolves by the Moon Goddess herself. It may seem it is made from simple earthly metals but the secret is it is made of silver never before found on this planet. Wolves have searched for more only to discover that the medallions are the only things made from the type of silver. This type of silver is not painful or damaging to wolves instead it is the opposite. This silver helps grant powers to the Lunas deemed the true lunas by the Goddess."

No sign of her, little sign of struggle, and just emptiness. “I found something.” Rowan’s voice said. I turned immediately. He was crouched near the ground, staring at something. I walked over, then he reached down and picked it up. The moment his fingers touched it, he flinched sharply. “Damn!” He dropped it instantly. I looked down. It was metal, small, dull, but unmistakably silver. My chest constricted. Only rogues could handle silver without consequence. Only them. Because they had already lost the blessings of the Moon Goddess.

He pants and growls in anger. Obsidian is used similar to silver for wolves and gold for Gods and Goddesses. It renders us powerless. The chants become louder as they crescendo and I feel a presence to the left of me. I turn my head and see a hooded figure moving closer. My eyes dart towards the dagger in its hand. It’s gold with a sapphire at the hilt. My eyes widen when I look back and see the face I never thought I would see here, doing this to me and her mate. Xena!

she whispered desperately. “Please—come back to me.” His back arched violently as he drew a ragged breath, lungs burning as though they were learning how to exist again. His eyes flew open— Silver. Not gray. Not void-gold. Pure, radiant silver, blazing with something raw and untamed. The ground shuddered as power rippled outward from him, forcing wolves to their knees. The entity recoiled a fraction, its form distorting. “Impossible,” it hissed. Gale screamed.

“It’s me. The silver is hunting you, Iris. It’s a feedback loop that won’t stop until we close it.” Her green eyes were dark, pupils blown wide with want. “We have to find the Anchor. We don’t have time for—” “We don’t have time *not* to,” I growled, yanking her flush against me. The contact was a thunderclap. Silver energy surged into her and ricocheted back, amplified, ravenous. I wasn’t just a man anymore, wasn’t just a wolf. I was a starving god, and she was the only sacrament that could keep me from burning out.

Seele stones ringed the ceremonial clearing, their glow soft and steady, humming with approval as if the land itself had decided to bear witness. I stood at the heart of it all, my hands trembling only slightly as I held Archer's. His eyes were on me and mine on him. He was dressed in silver and black, the mark of his lineage woven into his cloak, but stripped of the West's regalia. No crown or chains. Just the Silver Alpha standing before his mate.

He said. I tilted my head back and looked at him. “Really?” “Yeah. I found something about the tool. It’s a combination of silver nitrate and Iron.” He said. “How can we touch something made of silver?” I said. “We can’t. Mom can, though.” He said. I turned and looked at him. “Wait. Mom isn’t affected by silver?” “No. Moon Goddess gift. Actually, if what your grandfather said is true, then you should be able to absorb that gift.” He said, like he had an epiphany.

the Goddess’s weapon, just as he had been unwoven in the Void. Aethelred looked at his hands, which were beginning to turn into dust. "Impossible. The silver is absolute." "The silver is a cage," Silas said, reaching out to grab Aethelred’s throat. "And I have already learned how to break the bars." With a final, earth-shaking roar, Silas unleashed the full power of the Shadow-Gold. A pillar of violet and gold energy erupted from his chest, consuming Aethelred and the silver spear in a blinding, celestial eclipse.

My stomach twisted, bile rising in my throat. And then the smell hit me. Burnt flesh. Blood. And something sharper, metallic, that stung my nose and made the hair on my neck stand. Silver. The word formed in my mind before I saw it, because every wolf knew the warning. Silver was the one thing we were never meant to touch. It burned our skin, corrupted our healing, and left marks that never faded. The elders whispered that silver was cursed, forged by the Moon Goddess herself to punish wolves who broke their vows.

It would only make things more awkward. I was a little disappointed to see Gwyddion's droopy figure enter the room. He bowed a little when he saw me and I nodded, wanting him to get it over with. I wasn't in the mood for formalities. "My Lord, I apologize for coming in here so abruptly..." "What?" I interrupted impatiently. He swallowed. "It's about Silver. I was wrong before." I perked up. "What about her?" "She is really a hybrid." "How?" I asked.